FROM HIGHLAND CRAGS, WHERE MIST CLINGS COLD, ALONG THE BANKS OF PEAT DARK LOCHS, ACROSS THE FLOORS OF DEEP GREEN GLENSTO THISTLE,PINE AND HEATHER WILDFROM ISLAND, WHERE THE OCEAN KNAWS, FOREVER HUNGRY AT THE SHORESTHE ECHO OF THE PIPES REBOUNDFROM GLEN TO GLEN, AND SOUTHWARD DOWN, CROSS FIRTHS AND BURNSAND LOWLAND TOWNS, FOREVER SOUTH CROSS BORDER GROUNDTHIS SKIRL WAS HEARD, IN DAYS LONG GONE, TO CHILL THE BLOOD, AND WEAKEN BONE, THE CALLING OF THE CLANS IT HEEDS, THE WARRIORS BOLD OFOFT SUNG DEEDS, OF WALLACE,BRUCE,AYE CHARLIE TOOALL SCOTTISH HEROE BOLD AND TRUE,WHO STOOD AGAINST THE ENGLISH MIGHT, UNTIL THAT DAY WHEN REDCOATS CAMEAND MUSKET FOUGHT "GAINST SWORD AND TARGETO STREW OUR DEAD ON CULLODEN FIELDREBELLION DEAD, THE BLACK WATCH LOOS'DTO KEEP CONTROL IN ENGLISH HANDS, NO KILT NOR PIPES ON PAIN OF DEATHTHE CROFTS ARE BURNT, OUR LANGUAGE BANNEDBUT THROUGH IT ALL WE SCOTS SURVIVE, TO KEEP OUR CELTIC SOUL ALIVETWO HUNDRED YEARS,AND SIXTY MORE, IN QUIET ANGER WE HAVE BORETHE WEIGHT OF ENGLANDS' HAND.

chrisnrachal;It is but one of hundreds of poems I have written over the years. 99% of which get filed under "G" for garbage.If you like I can post a few more but I have only kept a 1/2 dozen of them. I write mainly for my own pleasure.Camac.

Camac, that is a very moving poem. You have a wonderful gift to write. Keep writing for us would you? May I ask where do your inspirations come from? Have you ever thought about becoming a song writer?

I thank you for your comments,most kind of you. I write mainly for my own pleasure and being an old soldier and a decendent of a long line of warriors my inspration comes partly from that. I have 3 great loves, my daughters, Canada, and Scotland. I am sorry to say that I have only six poems that I have kept and I will post 5 of them. I hesitate to post the 6th as it might be offensive to some. It questions God and religion. the posted below I wrote a few years ago shortly after Canada brought home its Unknow Soldier from the 1st war.On Headstone Grey, The words Do Say"Unknown But to God", But Not So Are These Words Scribe HereFor I Am Known Unto TheeYour Father,Son, or Mate Was IWho Answered To My Duty CallAnd Paid The Price, That Was My fateIn Air, On Land, Or Ocean DeepI Was My Countrys' Young And BestThe Fight For Freedom Was My QuestAnd Now I Lay In Foreign SoilAn Unnamed Grave My Place Of RestLook Now Upon This Stone Of GreyRemember Me From Bygone DaysFor "Known Unto God", Am INow Known Unto Thee.

..................THE BLOOD, AND WEAKEN BONE, THE CALLING OF THE CLANS IT HEEDS, THE WARRIORS BOLD OFOFT SUNG DEEDS, OF WALLACE,BRUCE,AYE CHARLIE TOOALL SCOTTISH HEROE BOLD AND TRUE,WHO STOOD AGAINST THE ENGLISH MIGHT, UNTIL THAT DAY WHEN REDCOATS CAMEAND MUSKET FOUGHT "GAINST SWORD AND TARGETO STREW OUR DEAD ON CULLODEN FIELDREBELLION DEAD, THE BLACK WATCH LOOS'DTO KEEP CONTROL IN ENGLISH HANDS, NO KILT NOR PIPES ON PAIN OF DEATHTHE CROFTS ARE BURNT, OUR LANGUAGE BANNEDBUT THROUGH IT ALL WE SCOTS SURVIVE, TO KEEP OUR CELTIC SOUL ALIVETWO HUNDRED YEARS,AND SIXTY MORE, IN QUIET ANGER WE HAVE BORETHE WEIGHT OF ENGLANDS' HAND.

Every Sunday morning at 11:00 am on CPAC (Canadian Parliamentary Access Channel) I watch Question Period from the Scottish Parliament at Holyrood and some of the people there speak almost like I wrote that add. I also have gotten the impression that there are a fair amount of Anglophiles in the house. Must be Lowlanders.